Wednesday, February 27, 2008
This week is definitely much more difficult than the last time Mark went away. The kids are crazier and I'm much more tired and I'm having a really hard time staying on top of things. Last night when Mark called to see how my day went I fell asleep with him still on the phone. I'm that tired. And I'm frustrated and exhausted and I just want him to come home. Anyway if you've noticed the time, it's one in the morning. Not my usual blogging time. I woke up to what sounded like Hunter having a seizure. Nothing pulls you out of your sleep faster than a sound like that. Luckily, it wasn't Hunter. Just someone coughing or snoring. But I was awake at that point and decided I'd better go check his blood since I was too tired to do it earlier. So as I stood there getting ready to stab his little finger, Hunter smiled. In his sleep. The sweetest, most dreamiest little smile I think I've ever seen. And right at that very moment it seemed like the rest of the week's crud evaporated. I'm still tired. I'm still dreading the next three days of flying solo. I'm still debating keeping the kids home from school and curling up in a ball in my bed and denying that the sun is up and I'm in charge. But somehow that little smile of Hunter's makes me feel like despite the terrible job I think I might be doing manning this ship alone, I'm not doing everything wrong. And that's a real good thing to know.
posted by Shana # 1:09 AM 
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